Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

Since the protests in response to the killing of George Floyd in police custody started in Minnesota on May 25, I have been receiving random texts from non-Black and White friends who have taken the time to apologize for not valuing me in their life sooner.

I understand the intentions behind this, but it comes off as needing me — a Black person — to absolve them of their White or complicit guilt. Instead, they need to actually do the work to dismantle white supremacy within their own communities. After Oluwatoyin Salau was found dead on June 15, I became more frustrated with these messages because I still do not feel seen by these people.

Black women, Black trans women and gender noncomforming individuals are being killed at alarming rates. And instead of a sense of urgency to protect my life, some people seem to be more concerned in being portrayed as a good person.

Here’s why I miss the mindless, in-between moments of my pre-pandemic routine

I thought cutting out that time would make me more productive, but that hasn’t been true

My double mastectomy made me reevaluate: What do my breasts mean to me?

The decision had been weighing on me since I tested positive for the BRCA2 gene

I used to think there was one way to have a relationship. Then I discovered polyamory.

Practicing ethical non-monogamy isn’t just freeing; it’s true to who I am